Andrew Marvell - The Mower to the Glo-Worms
Poetry for a summer's night but we're still languishing in February. This is the next best thing I s'pose.
R lilts Armantrout in Translation, which, with her cryptic taxonomies, is sorely needed.
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Furtively poetical. Consumed with everything.
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